I shouted franticly through the misty crimson sky “Help! help” I cried, no-one answered. I ran and ran panting, but all I could see was graves, lines and lines of them. For miles and miles, just graves. I collapsed in to a ball and sobbed for hours on end, the ferocity just got too much for me to handle. I don’t know why the sky was this colour or why there were so many graves. For a second I thought I saw a unicorn just behind a grave, I looked around the grassy field, but there was nothing, just me.